FREEGANISM

IS

HERE.

i want to be where soul meets body.

Items sitting around in my room right now:


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GOOD MORNING, MORNING GLORY ( Read more... )

I just back got an essay exam that I made a 97 on. Now, I go to this class maybe once a week and read (if we're lucky) one of the reading assignments a month. This is just plain ridiculous. Think of all those people with fancy college degrees, performing surgery on your eyeballs and cooking your food and running this country. And how they went ( Read more... )

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Everything outside of my life is beauty and power and goodness.
I am so lucky, to know such wonderful human beings. Human beings that do not walk around like they forgot they were alive.

ROUTINE KILLS, FOLKS. ROUTINE KILLS BETHANY'S SOUL.

Papouli's has started. So begins the 10 week corporate wage slave chapter in my life.

This weekend I met:

A 25 year old homeless man who sang a weave of gospel songs and love ballads for an hour straight.
An ex-Marine who offered me his home in a school bus.
A mentally retarded man who asked for my hand in marriage and sang Deep Purple songs.
A man with a graduate degree studying nursing and camping out as a vagrant during the school ( Read more... )

Everything is moving in high speed, high flow current pushing me towards the other thing, the something yet the water swirls so slowly around me ( Read more... )